LOGINFor the next two days the house was literally a cage of politely domestic life.Eleanor, her mom, was constantly humming around in the house, moving from the living room to the kitchen with an unbearable normality. Douglas moved around the house with the usual predatory grace but there were no opportunities for his touches.Quin got used to his gaze vanishing with the arrival of her mother. Every time Quin entered the room, Eleanor was there, folding clothes or watching TV, the constant presence of the chaperone, which Douglas seemed to find amusing. He would catch Quin's eyes over her mother's shoulder with a sly smirk, well aware of the awkward silences between them. Quin felt herself buzzing with energy that wasn't spent and her skin sensitive to the slightest sound of his approaching steps over the floorboards.On the third day the atmosphere changed. The day passed in the heavy and drowsy silence. Quin was standing in the kitchen, afternoon sunshine filtering into the house thr
Dinner was finished. The remnants of the dish were wiped from the plate. The candle was extinguished, giving off only a faint smell of smoke as it rose into the silent dining room.Quin retreated to her bedroom. The slam of the door marked the conclusion of the evening’s entertainment. She was standing in the middle of her own space, her sneaker-clad feet sinking into the thick carpet that had covered the floor ever since her childhood days. Her room was filled with the smell of old papers and dried lavender, the smells of her other self who resided within the four walls.She made her way to her bed and the creaks of the old mattress springs were familiar to her ears from her previous experiences. It was here, in this room, amid peeling posters and her long-forgotten books that the tightness in her shoulders began to relax. She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked around. The dresser had hair ties and loose change, and the desk held the stains of ink from homework completed m
Quin stepped across the threshold of the house, she went into Douglas’s open arms for a hug.With her back to the door, her gaze swept across the sitting room, checking the parameters, her mom wasn’t there.Knowing her mom like she did, she’s most probably in the kitchen.The kitchen was in the corner, invisible from this angle.Deciding that the coast was clear, Quin tilted her head back a little, then she pressed a firm, one-second kiss on Souglas’s mouth.It was only a peck, one which hardly lasted for even a second. Dry and closed-mouthed. As she pulled away, the involuntary twitch against her hip made her aware of his biological response, separate from his rigid stance. She lingered for an instant in acknowledgment of the pressure before moving completely out of his reach.She stepped past him into the hallway, bumping her suitcase into the doorframe as she passed. Douglas stayed in place. He did not turn around, neither watching her leave nor offering help with the suitcase. He
The next morning, Quin found herself five minutes late to the examination hall.She was never late for anything academic.As she got back home the previous night, she was so exhausted that she barely recollected taking off her shoes. She left her handbag somewhere close to the door, removed her clothes with whatever energy was left in her, and fell on her bed without bothering about putting on her pajamas.She fell asleep immediately as soon as her head hit the pillow.When the alarm clock woke her up the next morning, every part of her body groaned in objection.She remained lying on the bed for a while, staring at the roof, wishing that it was possible that she could persuade her lecturer to defer the final examination by a day.Her shoulders hurt. Her thighs pained. Even when she raised her hands above her head, she winced in pain.She emitted a lengthy groan before wrenching herself out of bed.While a shower helped somewhat, the assistance was far from sufficient. Before she even
The friction inside her was a burning firestorm that wiped out all her thoughts except the need to break in pieces. Dex and Reeves developed a barbarian rhythm, their cocks stuffed her to bursting in the very next moment. With every drive of Dex into her tight ass, his long dick filled the place in her vagina where Reeves was stretching her until her holes couldn't stand it anymore.Quin wasn't herself anymore; she was a bunch of nerves and needs. Her elbows gave out completely, so her face landed on the carpet's surface and its scratchy threads grounded her back in the reality of her need. All the sounds were echoing around her, the sounds of her holes being stuffed, the grunts of exhaustion, and the smacks of flesh on flesh.The pressure in her core grew like a dam about to explode. It was not only because of the stretch but also the way their cocks rubbed against each other through the membrane in her body and created terrible friction that threatened to rip her in pieces. Her cl
Reeves lowered his head and watched how the expression on her face changed. Her eyes were wide and glossy, tears were running down her cheeks as she tried to gasp for breath in spite of the cruel face-fuck. The flush was visible all over her neck, especially at the spot where the teeth had left marks on her skin. "You're such a mess," he moaned. "A perfect, fucking mess. Choke on it."He plunged hard, staying inside of her, blocking all the oxygen from her lungs completely for a split second and making her gulp down around the base of his cock. The inability to breathe added to the humming feeling she was getting in her vagina, as she heard only the rushing sounds in her ears that were drowning all other noises.He flicked it around her cunt, teasing her entrance with it, each of its every movement brought water to her heat, increasing her wetness while she was wriggling beneath it.After he was done, he put off the vibrator, its harsh buzzing instantly ended, and the silence became a
Saturday arrived the way first Saturdays somewhere new always do, slowly, with a kind of spaciousness that weekdays never have.Quin woke before both her roommates, made coffee, and sat at her desk with her secret document open.She had written a lot in the past days and she has begun to wrap her h
“Hmmm…” the sound slipped into the room, soft but impossible to ignore. Quin Ashford shifted under her covers, eyes still closed; she was tired; she had just moved in today and she had gone through various administration processes. She needed sleep. Muffled moaning sounds drifted through the air o
She typed the yes, deleted it, put her phone face-down on the desk, and spent the next two hours reading the first three chapters of her biology text with a fake focus. Every fourth sentence she'd realize she knew all these things. That was the problem she had with reading… she always knows these
She didn't bring it up the next morning.That was the practical thing, the careful thing, and Quin had always been both. She made coffee with the small machine she'd packed and sat at her desk while Mara slept peacefully like she had made peace with the world. Jade's bed was not empty. At some poin







